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  • Writer's pictureJanice Burt
    • Mar 21, 2016
    • 1 min read

Remembering

I view myself from the outside looking in. And here is what I see:

An overactive mind, sending mixed messages to my heart.  A single thought becomes a story; a creation of destruction. A single image becomes a movie; a reel of desperation. A single belief becomes who I am. I become it, it becomes me. I forget. I forget again. Who I am.

My mind spins round and round. I sit with the craziness for a while, for a day, maybe two. Slowly then, I change the thought. I change the story. I change the scene. It doesn’t have to end in destruction and devastation. My ending can be one of healing and love and beauty. My ending can be returning to myself as many times as it takes. Remembering who I am.

Remembering I am love.

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